Loosing Interest, Gaining Focus

Loosing Interest, Gaining Focus

  My mother once recounted a story from my childhood. Just three or four years old, I had come across a dead bird, probably a sparrow, in our front yard. After examining it with earnest concern, I announced, “It’s lost all its interest.” She found that amusingly...
My New Plan B

My New Plan B

  Swimming Swimming in the mornings is a favorite ‘hands busy, mind free’ time. As my body swims my brain drifts, open to what floats in. Today, dying showed up. I was playing a mental game, stepping into the shoes of someone way outside my understanding (Covid...
A Different World for Each Generation

A Different World for Each Generation

  After a truly wonderful recent visit to Wenatchee, Washington, my daughter drove me to the airport. Her children were along for the ride, and she spoke with her son about scheduling a tune-up for his bicycle. I mentioned that when I was a kid, taking a bike to...